My Initiation

Blushing furiously as I felt the whispering touch of the marker pen on my bare ass cheeks, I wondered what was being written, and by whom. Of course the crowd of onlookers couldn't tell I was blushing, because my head was enclosed in a sort of metal head mask. It was locked tightly on my head with at least two locks, since earlier I'd heard the locks snap closed. The mask had only 2 small slits for my eyes, which severely limited my vision. Every once in a while, I'd catch a glimpse of a male or female face, laughing and jeering at me as people touched me, played with me and used me.

I was very helpless to stop them, for several reasons. First of all, the back of this mask was welded to a metal rod that descended from the ceiling overhead. That rod could be raised or lowered, which could force me to stand upright, as I was currently doing, or lowered farther to make me stoop or kneel, or even sit on the floor. Betty had shown me that the day before, but for tonight, she only had me stand, so my naked body was fully on display.

Second of all, my wrists were shackled to locations on the upper backside of the mask. Not only did that render my hands useless to cover or protect myself, it also made my elbows stretch out to the sides of my body, ending up at approximately the level of my eye slits, but I couldn't turn my head to either side to look. I assume it also made my tits stick out more enticingly, making them targets as play toys.

Third of all, my ankles were secured on ropes that were being used to pull them out to either side of my body. This spread my thighs wide apart, leaving my pussy and ass hole exposed and vulnerable, inviting their use by any or all of the crowd that wished to do so. Speaking of which, I heard some woman chortle, "There she goes again! Look! Is that coming from her ass or her cunt? Oh my god... I'm pretty sure its both!" There was general laughter and applause.

The 'that' she was referring to was obviously semen, because I felt both my holes burping out globs of sticky fluid that probably formed long gummy strings that hung obscenely from my sex before they broke free to plop on the floor beneath me.

My situation was extremely humiliating. And, just as I'd hoped, it was really turning me on! Actually, I'd gotten an inkling about this side of me when I was in college. I was assigned a room in the dorm with another woman that was a year ahead of me, and she was very organized and fastidious in her habits. Therefore, she didn't want me messing up her routine. If I did anything that she didn't like, she told me in no uncertain terms about it, and virtually commanded me to change my behavior. At first, I bristled about this, but her tone of voice as she gave me orders about what corrections I needed to make stirred something deep inside me. Once I learned about submissive behaviors in Psychology 101, I began to suspect that such behavior described my reactions to her commands.

But after college, I got caught up in finding work, and then pursuing a career. Still, I saw glimpses of relationships involving dominance and submission in movies, on TV, and in books. And I kept wondering about myself and why my panties dampened when I encountered such instances. I began to wonder if I was missing out on something that I needed in my life. But the guys I dated were sweet and understanding, so I never got the feeling that they were trying to dominate me. And I didn't feel I could walk up to people asking them if they had a streak of dominance in their psyche.

One day one of my coworkers was giggling in her cubicle next to mine. "What are you giggling about, Lucy? I could use some levity in my day," I told her.

She chuckled. "Oh, it's just an email from one of my old boyfriends, trying to pull my leg, Paige. He sent me this notice about a fetish party because he was always teasing me that we should go to one. He knew I wasn't interested, and I really think neither was he, but it was something to joke about. Look at the email. He even says he'll meet me there! What a hoot!"

I laughed along with her, but I was frantically memorizing the information, especially the contact phone number. Still chuckling, as if sharing her joke, I sat back down in my cubicle, and quickly wrote down the phone number and the few other bits of information I could recall. I couldn't wait to get home to try that phone number. I decided I'd first ask if it was a joke. But if they sounded sincere, since I'd still be anonymous, I figured I'd share my suspicion of having submissive tendencies, and see what response that got.

The work day seemed extra long... the minutes dragged by. Ultimately, I could pick up my purse and head for my car. I was excited/anxious, so I drove extra carefully. My heart was hammering away inside my rib cage, though. When I got into the house, I drank a tall glass of cool water to calm myself a little and focus. Checking the number in my notes, I dialed it. After several rings, it was answered, and I heard a woman's voice saying, "Hello?"

I was glad it was a woman, since I felt more comfortable broaching the subject with her. I began, "Hello. I'm sorry to bother you, but I got an email with this phone number, and it was talking about a fetish party. I was wondering if it was a prank of some kind."

The woman's voice sounded as if she was smiling as she answered, "No, dear. It's not a prank at all. We really do have a fetish club and we hold such parties. It's a private club, and we do nothing illegal. So we feel free to advertise. Are you calling because you're interested?"

My throat seemed to go dry. She was openly saying that this was real. I swallowed hard and replied, "Yes, my name is Paige, and I'm interested. To be honest with you, I've never been to such a thing, but I suspect that I may have the mindset of a submissive." I went on, trying to explain about my interactions with my college roommate, and my bodily reactions to seeing examples of dominance and submission.

When I gradually ran out of things to say, she said, "Hello, Paige. It's nice to hear from you. My name is Betty. If you want to attend our meeting as a submissive, we have a tradition for such a first encounter, a sort of initiation. You'd be restrained and put on display for all to see. You'd also be what we call a 'party favor' for the meeting. That means that you'd virtually be a slave to all that are present. Normally a slave cannot say 'no' to any treatment they receive. But our club has certain built-in rules of conduct, such as no use of needles or whips, no blood, no branding, no permanent changes to the body, and so on. I know those sound scary, but remember, these are things that they're never allowed to do. I have a more complete list that I'm happy to go over with you in detail, if we can sit down together to discuss this."

"And if someone did try to do any of those things?," I asked, timidly.

"The entire club would rise up and intervene, and they'd have their membership instantly revoked and be sent off the premises forever. We don't take such abuse lightly."

Somewhat reassured, I asked, "When is the next club party, please?"

Betty answered, "It's actually in two days -- this Sunday."

After a little more chatting, I asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you get set up for the party?"

Betty thought that over and said, "Since tomorrow is Saturday, why don't you come over sometime during the day, so we can get to know one another and I can show you the venue?"

That sounded like a great idea to me, so she gave me the address and general directions to the location, and we agreed on a time. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night, because a lot of emotions were chasing each other through my head. I was secretly thrilled that I might finally be able to see if the submissive experience is really what I sought. But the other emotion pestering my mind fell into the category of 'fear-of-the-unknown' scary.

The next day, I gave myself plenty of time to get there. I was glad that Betty was offering this 'sneak preview' of the location and event. After all, I wanted to make sure it wasn't a brothel or a crack den, or anything like those. She sounded nice and reasonable on the phone, but I wanted visual verification. My travel there went well, since I only got lost once. The area became less suburban and more rural, and I finally came to what looked more like a commercial building surrounded by a large parking lot and a chain link fence whose gate was currently open. The building was single story with some windows high on the walls. Since there was a car parked outside, I parked next to it, taking note of several video surveillance cameras obviously placed around for security.

Assuming I was expected, I tried the handle on the front door and it opened easily. Stepping inside, I called out loudly, "Hello? Betty?" As I walked a little forward, I noticed tables and chairs all around the room and a small stage area against one wall. There were several bondage devices made of heavy wood around the room, a bar was against one wall and some vendor had set up a table that apparently had an order catalog.

Right about then I heard my name called. Turning, I saw a woman not much older than me coming my way. Betty greeted me and led me to an office in the back. After we were comfortably seated, she went over the more detailed list of things prohibited by the club. She allowed me to ask a lot of questions, so that I had a clearer concept of what I would be getting myself into if I did this. I felt much more settled once I had this information and had seen the facilities.

"Thank you, Betty. I really want an experience like this and I want to explore my secret submissive feelings," I told her quietly.

She replied, "The people at the party will be knowledgeable dominants and will certainly know how to give you such an experience, Paige."

"Are all those items that I saw in the main room in use during the party?" I asked her.

Smiling, she told me, "They're all authentic reproductions of bondage devices of the ages, and all are very real in their function. Understand that the dominants typically bring along a submissive or two and bind them on a device to be used, or even offered for such usage to the entire group. Let's take a brief tour."

We walked out to the main area and she described each object and its use. Some of the items I thought I recognized from old movies that I'd watched. Thinking about being bound to them gave me tingles of anticipation. But there was one item that I didn't recognize at all, located in about the center of the room. It looked like a metal mask, but it was situated well up over our heads, and attached to a vertical rod that hung down from the ceiling. "What's that?" I asked.

"It's funny you should ask about that. It's our special 'display' device, and it's what we'd use with you at the party, if you agree to be the party favor."

"You mean that somehow I'd be hanging from that? Way up there?" I asked incredulously.

Betty laughed gently. "No, not at all. Watch." She pulled a small remote out of her pocket and pushed a button. The mask and its rod slowly descended until the mask part was halted about at our head level. "Would you like to try it, Paige?"

I hesitated for a moment but then answered, "Yes, Miss." I figured that if I was going to act the part of a submissive, that maybe I'd better address her as such. She swung up the front part of the mask on its top hinge, gently moved me until the back of my head fitted against the back of the mask, adjusting its height until it was perfect. Carefully, she closed the front part, forming a snug fit over my head. At that point, I heard at least two locks snap closed. It was snug around my neck so I knew I couldn't escape. What I didn't expect was Betty grabbing my wrists and placing them in the shackles attached to the top, back portion of the mask. This forced my hands up near my head, rendering all my body vulnerable. Next I felt rope being placed around my ankles and my ankles being pulled wide apart until my skirt was tight against my legs. Of course, as my legs got pulled out to each side, Betty lowered the mask a little since the leg movements lowered my head a bit.

"So Paige, as you can see, or that is... you can barely see out of the two small eye slots. You should be able to breathe easily and hear fairly well. The mouth opening is wide enough for most cocks to fit through, and the mask has a detachable penis gag, that is, the gag has a fake penis attached that goes through the mouth opening and fills your mouth so your speech is very garbled. The onlookers like guessing what you're trying to say. It gives them a lot of amusement. But for your first time, I'd not gag you at all. So, girl, what do you think about being in this device?"

I'd already felt myself getting wet, and I replied with a soft moan of amazement, need, and fascination.

Betty continued, "You do realize that if you are the party favor, you'll be naked for all to see and use in any way they wish. That includes sexually."

I was amazed at how that entire idea really excited me. The idea of being helpless and exposed really got me going. But she sort of was asking me a question, so I answered, "As long as they have no diseases, Miss, the whole concept thrills me."

She unbuttoned my blouse, reached inside my bra, and started to touch my breasts asking, "Are you sure, slut?"

I blushed as I felt my panties getting soaked and knew I had to go through with it. Even with my head inside the mask I could smell my arousal. I wished that she'd touch and rub my pussy, but she didn't. I answered, "Yes, Miss. I really want to be your party favor." She untied my ankles, released my wrists, and opened the front of the mask.

"Very well, Paige. Be here early tomorrow evening about 6:30 PM. We'll get you stripped down and restrained in place before the guests start arriving."

I imagine I was starry-eyed as I thanked her and rushed out to my car. Getting in and not bothering to button up my blouse yet, I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees. I was so keyed up that it probably only took me about 3 minutes to finger myself to a fantastic orgasm. As I sat there in a puddle of my cum, calming down, I noticed one of the surveillance cameras was pointed at me and had probably witnessed my masturbation. I blushed again, but smiled. After all, when a gal has needs... she has needs!

The next morning after breakfast, I couldn't keep still, waiting until it was time to leave. So I started preparing myself. First I showered thoroughly and while showering, I shaved my legs and my armpits, like I might do before a big date. Once I was out of the shower and dried off, I looked at my body in the mirror. Feeling very naughty, I decided to also shave off my pubic hair. I'd never shaved my pussy before but some helpful online videos showed me how to do it safely. When I'd washed and patted that area dry, I ran my fingers over the smooth skin and found I liked it that way and decided to keep it like that from now on. It'd be a surprise to any of my lovers. Since Betty had indicated I might be used sexually, and I'd be helpless to refuse any kind of sex, I cleansed my back channel thoroughly as well. I was no stranger to anal sex, and knew having that tunnel sparkling clean was very important for a good experience.

Jittery with anticipation, I arrived at my appointed time and entered the building. I waved at the bartender who was getting the bar ready, and went to Betty's office. Knocking gently on her door, I said, "I'm here, Miss Betty."

She told me to come in. Once I was in her office I disrobed quickly without being told. Betty took me by my hand, and led me to the device in the center of the room. It was already located at my height. As she positioned me with the back of my head against the mask back, she asked me one last time, "Do you really want to do this, Paige?"

Quivering with excitement, and trying to ignore the bartender ogling my body, I answered softly, "Yes, Miss Betty."

As before, she locked the mask on me and secured my hands. My ankles were secured with my thighs spread wide apart. I could only imagine what I must look like as I waited. But I didn't have long to wait. Soon people started to arrive and the noise level in the room intensified. I could hear elated statements like 'there, look there', 'that's our party favor', 'mmm, nice body', 'I need to compare her boobs to mine', and 'I can't wait to fuck her', along with more inaudible comments and people getting drinks from the bar.

Soon, I could sense that I must be surrounded by people. I couldn't see much out of the eye slits, but I could feel the disturbance of the air currents as people moved close, and even feel some of their body warmth. I knew I was the center of attention as many hands touched and explored my naked and exposed body. I loved all that attention, finding that it thrilled me. Helpless in their hands... hands of strangers, since I couldn't see very well due to the eye slits on the mask, it all added to my feeling of submission.

When it came to the humiliation, I learned that the women were worse than the men. Their soft hands caressed and teased, and they knew where and how to touch me. Some raked their nails carefully along my body leaving trails of arousal flame. They could bring me to the brink of orgasm, but not take me over the brink. They just made me simmer for what felt like hours. I was begging them to make me cum, and they just laughed and laughed at my needy entreaties.

As the crowd built to its anticipated size for this party, Betty approached. Later I learned that she was carrying a small box of black marker pens. She started to hand them out to anyone interested, saying, "You can put your mark on our party favor. Be creative and humiliating, please, because our submissive for this party gets off on it. Be careful because until it dries, it can smear. Once its fully dry, it takes a lot of work to remove it. Our party favor will remember you for days to come, if not weeks."

Several people rushed forward and started to write on my body, both front and back. Over a period of time, no part of my body was missed, except my head of course since it was locked in the mask. I stood there, helpless as I felt the pens move across my body, not knowing what was being written on me at all. Someone started to draw on the area around my nipple. They took their time, and then stated loudly in a male voice, "Look! Try and beat my artwork!" Someone else started drawing on my other tit, probably taking up the challenge. I was getting worried now because so many people had written on me.

I heard a woman's voice say, "Harold, pull her pussy lip down and really stretch it. I want to write on it." I felt what were probably masculine fingers stretching my pussy lip a little painfully. Then I felt the pen touching that skin. Later, I learned she wrote 'cum slot' there. "Now the other one, Harold," she demanded. He yanked down my other cunt lip, and, as I later learned, she wrote 'cock here' on that lip! But at the time, I could only guess what I looked like. I was so humiliated and helpless that I wanted to hang my head in shame, but the mask held my head level.

I clearly heard Betty announce, "OK, you can give me back your pens, and we'll let the party favor stand there drying for 30 minutes. Then we'll move on to the next phase of the night. Drying time must be for the ink, because my pussy was flowing freely, although someone -- maybe someone's submissive? -- was blotting my pussy carefully so that my juices didn't trickle and smear the ink on my thighs and legs. At that moment, I had no idea what she meant by the next phase.

People were apparently enjoying drinks and snacks. Every once in a while I caught a glimpse of people walking in front of me doing just that. Giggling, sometimes a person would blow on my skin, maybe to help the ink dry, or maybe just to enjoy seeing my skin form goosebumps. Then 30 minutes must've passed, because Betty rang a gong somewhere. A guy approached and ran his hand over me. That caress sent a wave of pleasure through me. This was my fantasy coming true! I was helpless and going to be used by a man. His hands felt big and he whispered in my ear calling me a 'whore' and a 'slut' and what he was going to do to my pussy. Being called names always excited me and he didn't disappoint me in the least.

His hand went to my pussy with his finger tracing along my lips, making my torso swoon with pleasure, although the mask held my head rigidly in place. Loudly, he said, "We have a really slutty party favor this time, everyone! Look how wet she is!" I heard his zipper open and felt the tip of his swollen cock head touch my pussy lips. I was frantic with desire and pushed my pelvis forward, trying to get his cock to penetrate me. But he pulled away and I cried out a sound of frustration. Everyone laughed at my obvious neediness!

He pressed inward, this time truly parting my lips. I felt his penis press into my tight hole and that feeling was electric! Since it was the policy of the club, I realized he had a rubber on. In this, I was kind of glad, so I could just enjoy the ride now and give myself completely over to pleasure. He grunted and thrust deep in me and after some indeterminate amount of time pumping and pumping, he came in me. I was a little disappointed that I myself hadn't cum yet, but the fucking was good and I couldn't wait to try the next guy. I learned that I wasn't worried about all these strangers seeing me getting fucked -- I reveled in it.

The next guy went straight for my breasts and sucked my nipples hard! "Oh!" my voice echoed loudly in the metal mask. That sent a lovely shock through me and I tried to rise up on my tip toes. He was all over me, kissing my breasts and running his hands over my naked body. He pried my ass opened and fingered my ass. That part so far hadn't been touched so I clenched on his finger, hearing him say, "Good girl." He started to tell me some of what was written on my body. Whether he was telling me the truth or just riling me up, what he said still shocked me. He told me, "You know, it'll take a full week or more to remove it all, fuck toy."

He then slowly pushed his cock into me. From its girth, I could tell he was bigger. As it slowly went deeper and deeper my eyelids flew up as I became aware that he was very long as well. That is, until his cock head nudged my cervix. That sensation made my eyeballs roll back in their sockets and I was now putty in his hands.

He then started to move in and out, and the sensations were so deliciously intense that my toes curled in reaction. He was driving me crazy and I found that fighting the restraints, especially the ones holding my legs apart, just added to my excitement. He came and I was glad he had the condom on, because his cock pulsed a lot more times than I was used to, so he must've been filling the condom like blowing up a balloon. That sensation was so unbelievable that I stood there in awe. After he pulled out, I mentally cursed myself for being too distracted to focus on achieving my own orgasm.

Next, someone stood close to my right side, so close that their clothing brushed against my naked skin. Whoever it was had a length of cord, and he or she started winding it around and around the base of my right breast. When that base was quite cinched well, the cord began doing the same to my left breast, and when the base of that one was bound tight as well, the cord started doing figure 8s back and forth between them. I heard people laughing and giggling at how obscenely my tits were now poking out, which made me moan in mortification, imagining it.

Next a woman walked in front of me, leaned down so she could peer through the eye slits of the mask and see my eyes, and then held nipple clamps where I could see them. I'm sure my eyes widened in the fear of anticipation. Her hand grasped one of my areolae to steady it. Seconds later I felt the bite of the clamp on my sensitive nipple. My tummy muscles fluttered as I howled, and just as that nipple went numb, she clamped my other one and this time I yelped with surprise.

The clamps must've been connected by a chain because then I felt the tug upward on one nipple and as that nipple dipped back down, the other nipple was yanked upward. This went on for a few minutes, back and forth. Someone called out, "That's quite a puppet show you have dancing on her chest, Marsha!" That brought on gales of ribald laughter, and I flushed scarlet inside my mask, if the heat on my cheeks was any indication. But being ridiculed like this triggered another deep sensation of submission, and my body reacted viscerally, making my pussy leak copiously, which, of course, someone pointed out and the onlookers cheered.

My nipples were numb again, but Marsha suddenly unclamped them both, and the sudden return of sensations made my eyes water. I felt the cords being removed from my breasts, and some hand which felt rough and masculine slapped them several times, causing my arms to quiver as I tried in vain to cover and protect them. Then he switched to spanking my ass cheeks, causing them to heat up as people laughed and giggled.

"My turn," a woman's voice stated. Her soft hands caressed my exposed, vulnerable skin on my torso back and front simultaneously. On my back I felt the hand go from just below the mask down to where my buttocks became my thighs. On the front, her hand went from one armpit across my breasts to the other armpit, then down my chest, tummy and mound to my pussy. "Now watch carefully," that same voice told the crowd. There was a sound like the movement of bodies as they gathered around us. Her fingers dipped into my sloppy pussy, and then she reached between my thighs as her rear hand pried my ass cheeks apart. The wet fingers anointed my ass hole with my pussy juice, and at least two fingers of her rear hand pried their way through my puckered opening and inward.

"I hope she's clean in there," a deep male voice chuckled. I was very glad I'd cleansed myself back there.

"It seems so," the woman's voice confirmed. But meanwhile, her front hand had two fingers inside my vaginal ring, thrusting slowly in and out. Then she added a third finger, and then a fourth, making me groan as both my front and back holes were being penetrated. But when she added her thumb to the front, and started pressing her knuckles against my vaginal ring, rippling her fingers to seek entrance, I growled and tried to go up onto my toes, but the ankle ropes didn't permit much movement.

Willing myself to let go of control and just submit, I felt her thankfully slender hand finally making its way up inside my pussy! She was fisting me! I'd read about it, but now I was experiencing it! And with a whole roomful of strangers watching. The abject humiliation was so amazingly exciting that I could no longer hold back! Her fist was moving slowly, fucking me in and out and I shrieked loudly and came hard on her hand! And she told the onlookers, "Yes, as you can tell, she just came all over my fist, that slut! Even my fingers inside her ass can feel her cumming!" She fisted me until my contractions ebbed away, and then eased her fingers and hand out, leaving my ass and pussy gaping.

Apparently my submissive experience was drawing to its conclusion, because I was dimly aware of a masculine hand at my hip, as the head of his cock touched and lodged itself into my gaping butt hole. Then, with firm pressure, that stiff hot poker of a cock slowly buried itself into my rectum. Meanwhile, another masculine hand grabbed my other hip, and I felt the head of yet another cock poking between my pussy lips, finding the hole, and insinuating itself inside me. It felt like neither of these cocks were wearing a condom -- I could feel skin against skin. Yesterday, when Betty was describing what I should expect, she asked me for explicit permission for my final two fucks of the evening to be bareback -- one in my ass, and the other in my pussy. I'd eagerly consented, because I like the feeling of semen filling me. But she hadn't mentioned it'd be a simultaneous double penetration!

As they started fucking me, one guy was holding my hips, while the guy on the other side of me was holding my waist. Together, they started fucking me hard, to the loud 'oohs' and 'aahs' of the watching crowd. Inside my mask I was biting my lip as the pleasure built and built, until I was finally gasping and moaning loudly. The two men seemed intent on making me cum. My body reacted submissively, and let go of my control completely. The two pistons moved inside me, separated by only a thin wall of tissue. Sometimes they plunged in at the same time, and at other times one was entering while the other was leaving. I didn't care! I came!

They kept pumping. I was a rag doll fuck toy, held up a little by the mask, but my legs were going weak, so the guys themselves held me up by my hips and torso. I don't know how long they fucked me, and as far as I could tell I was just experiencing one big, continuous orgasm. Time stood still. When they finally unloaded, shooting their semen up my ass and also into my pussy and womb, I have no idea who ejaculated first. My climax just kept rolling through me. Dimly, I heard Betty cautioning the crowd, "When they pull out of her, we need to keep holding her up. I doubt she'll be able to stand on her legs right away."

Many hands started supporting me at my armpits, elbows, tits, buttocks and thighs. From their textures, it was a mixture of male and female hands here and there. As the guys eased out their cocks, Betty handed them a marker pen saying, "Find a bare spot on her butt, and sign it as the two that gave her such an exciting double penetration."

So, as I said at the beginning of this story, that was what I was apparently feeling being written on my ass at that moment. And it was the semen of those two men that was now appearing at my gaping holes, and oozing and glooping out of me, to the amusement of all the watching strangers.

I didn't think I could get any more turned on, but I was wrong. Betty said, "I think two of you volunteered your submissives for this next part, correct?" They may have nodded silently, because I heard nothing. "Very well. Here she is. Get busy, you two."

There was a pause, as if everyone was holding their breath. Then I felt tongues starting to lick on my pussy lips in the front, and around my ass crack in my rear! My eyelids flew wide open in surprise! But moments later my hips started humping in tiny, involuntary movements as soft, warm lips covered my butt hole and my vaginal opening and started sucking! My eyeballs rolled back in their sockets as I felt the strange, mind-blowing sensation of the semen being forcibly sucked out of my holes! It was so quiet that we could all hear the submissives swallowing the semen as they emptied their mouths and sucked for more. I definitely got more turned on -- a lot more! This was double penetration in reverse, and so embarrassing that I came like firecrackers exploding! I went then into a hazy limbo, glad for all those supporting hands.

Before I knew it, the gong rang again and everyone applauded and I was released, with Betty freeing my wrists and the mask front, someone else freeing my legs and helping me get them back under me, and a few other people supporting my body as I quivered. My hair was soaked with sweat and the air felt good on it and my face. When my legs felt more steady, Betty wrapped her arm in support around my waist, and helped me walk through the crowd as she introduced me. Everyone said I did a great job. My pussy and ass felt funny, like they were missing something, like a big penis, a fist, or lapping internal tongues.

When the party ended, Betty walked me back to her office and I got a look at what they had written on me. Even though I had some inkling of what it probably said, I was still shocked. I'd have to wear long sleeve blouses and slacks until it washed off. I asked Betty to take pictures so I could relive this most exciting night of my life. She did better. She took video of me and I even spread my ass cheeks and pussy lips to show that my ass hole and wet pink pussy had been well used. I was then informed she had video of me getting used during the party and especially by the two guys. Not only would I get a copy of it... she said it'd be shown at the next party!

I couldn't wait to see the video of me being used. But it turned out that the occasion when I finally saw it was at the next party with everyone else. When the mask was opened at the end of the video, there was no mistake it was me as Betty freed me. Some people that had missed that party applauded loudly, smiling at me. Everyone again remarked how well I'd done and begged me to volunteer again soon. My submissive inclinations now confirmed, my pussy contracted in anticipation of such an event. I decided that I'd have to ask Miss Betty what other possibilities she'd have in mind for me as a future party favor. But even if I wasn't the actual party favor, maybe she'd like to bind me to some other device as a humiliated, general use fuck toy? She might blindfold me, but it'd sure be fun to see the glee in the faces of the people that'd play, torment, and fuck me! As the dominant, it'd be Betty's decision.